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Date Posted: 21:47:15 09/11/05 Sun
I'm not sure if I'm allowed to post this on here, but here it is. I'm in II:
The Darkest Hour
Dammar (Dam-mar) – means “destructive one” in Arabian
Fiona (fee + ona) – means “fair, white, beautiful” in Irish
Aoife (ee + fa) – means "beautiful, radiant, joyful” in Irish
Ailene (ay + leen) – means "noble" in Irish
Neala (nee + la) – means "female champion" in Irish
Shaheen – means “white falcon” in Arabian
Lionel – cousin of Lancelot in King Arthur
Saneth – “Child of Fire”
Chapter 1
Dammar stood proudly on the rock, watching his pack carefully. The moon rose directly overhead and he lifted his muzzle. He let forth a great howl that came directly from his heart, or what was left of it. His pack below him followed suit and a chorus of howls echoed through the valley. The wolf pack’s howls echoed across the valley and even penetrated into the forest on the edge of the plain. Dammar stopped suddenly, hearing a new howl among his pack. The other wolves stopped and cowered under his glance, wondering which wolf was going to suffer his wrath. Dammar always punished someone when he had that look on his face, the one that every wolf felt that Dammar was peering into his or her souls and learning every one of their hidden secrets. Dammar’s keen eyes scanned his pack of wolves. Seeing a pretty silver pelt that he had never noticed before, Dammar cried out, “Come out you! There, in the back.”
Fiona heard Dammar call her. The other wolves around her slowly edged away and others peered at the radiant silver she-wolf suspiciously. Slowly, she walked up to the black wolf on the rock and slowly lifted her head to look up.
He stood, tall and proud, and seeing Fiona tremble, he smirked at her fear. Dammar was a coal black wolf with cold, hard black eyes. His eyes, a black void, peered at Fiona, inspecting the silver wolf. Finding nothing out of shape or alarming, he snarled at Fiona.
Fiona tensed up, brain urging her to run before it was too late. She cowered under his glance and peered at the ground and rock in front of her.
Dammar gave a hostile wolf grin, sensing her fear.
Fiona gazed at the green moss on the rock, head lowered in respect. She sneaked a peek at Dammar’s face, shivering from seeing the impressive sight. Legs trembling, she wondered, Will he discover my secret? Silver eyes downcast, she whispered softly instead, “You called?”
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Ailene and Neala stood stiffly, both terrified of the future of the silver she-wolf. A large gray rock near the edge of the forest hid them from prying eyes, but they could see and hear everything that went on around them.
Strangely, the plains and nearby forest was abnormally silent. Not a bird’s cry was to be heard. Only the rustles of leaves and the shriek of the wind broke the still silence of the night. All the animals, from both the plain and the forest, were frozen with terror and suspense.
As Ailene and Neala saw their youngest sister Fiona slowly approach Dammar, they both whispered urgently, their voices breaking through the stillness of the night. Because of their distance, the wolf voices did not carry across the valley plain to the wolf pack.
“Don’t he dare harm her!” Neala growled, fur bristling. Neala was a she-wolf with a grayish-red pelt. Her eyes were steel grayish-blue pieces of ice. She would have been pretty if a scar hadn’t carved across her face from her right ear to her left cheek. It was caused by hunters, human hunters. Neala stared evilly at Dammar and snarled.
“Calm down Neala. It won’t do Fiona any good if we are discovered,” Ailene warned. Ailene was the oldest and the leader of the three wolf sisters. She was a pure white wolf with steel-blue eyes. Her wisdom was known throughout the wolf world. The noblest of the three sisters, but not the prettiest, Ailene was born to lead the pack.
Aoife closed her silver eyes, seeing the battle scenes play before her eyes. “No! I cannot let this happen to my children!” she cried. Red fur with some gray and silver hair from old age bristling, she sprang up to her battle-scarred paws and called out, “Shaheen, bring Lionel here!” Without waiting for a response, the old she-wolf sighed and lay down, knowing she would have to wait a while before Lionel arrived. As the sunlight infiltrated the cave through a small opening above, Aoife slowly slipped off to a dream-ridden sleep. As the past and future of the wolves danced past the back of Aoife’s eyelids, the sun played its rays on the she-wolf’s body, causing it to seem to glow in the sunlight. Silence slowly settled inside and outside the cave as Aoife waited to start the epic quest that lay before her and many that she knew.
Lionel Wolfstar sat on the cliff overlooking the valley. His hazelnut eyes stared longingly at the pack of wolves below him. He was especially focused on a group of wolves his age playing. “How I wish that I could be down there with those other wolves,” he whispered. Hearing soft pawsteps behind him, the gray wolf quickly sprung around to face the other wolf. “Oh, it’s you Shaheen,” Lionel said sadly. He turned his wistful eyes back to the scene below him.
“Aoife is calling for you,” Shaheen said. Shaheen was an old wolf, about Aoife’s age. He was old enough to be Lionel’s father. Shaheen looked sadly at the young wolf before him. I wish Lionel didn’t have to be alone. He doesn’t deserve his life. He should be down there playing with those other wolves, enjoying life instead of training to defeat Dammar, Shaheen thought sadly. Bitterly, he continued, Aoife shouldn’t be just using him as a tool to defeat Dammar. He should be taught about the good of life. Lifting his head to see Lionel staring concernedly at him, Shaheen managed a brief smile and said, “Come along now. You know what’ll happen if we keep Aoife waiting for too long.” Turning quickly, Shaheen looped off to find Aoife, Lionel following closely behind him.
Chapter 2
Dammar examined the lean silver she-wolf in front of him. The moonlight caused her pelt to glow in the darkness, seeming to absorb most of the light from the moon. Her eyes shone in the darkness, glowing spheres that seemed to reflect the light of the moon itself. Her silver eyes peered downwards respectfully. She’s pretty and obedient. I wonder if she is courageous and clever, Dammar thought. Snapping at the wolf before him, he growled, “Of course I called! Are you deaf?” He glared at the she-wolf, daring her to answer back.
Fiona trembled and whispered, head still lowered, “I’m sorry my lord. But I was pretty sure you wanted something and my question was asking you what you wanted,” she said, amazed that her voice wasn’t shaking. Dammar didn’t answer. She heard the restless shifting of the wolves behind her. Heart beating quickly, she closed her eyes, awaiting her doom.
Neala stood shocked at Fiona’s response to Dammar’s anger. “How dare she do that? That foolish foolish wolf,” she thought over and over again in her head. Knowing that the only choices left were to either rescue Fiona and blow their cover or not rescue Fiona and lose a wolf. She knew that whatever Ailene chose, she had to follow. Dreading Ailene’s answer and hoping for the best, Neala closed her eyes, swallowed nervously, and flexed her leg muscles.
“Oh no! What has she done?” Ailene whispered, terrified. She almost knew that Fiona was doomed. “Should we save her or leave her to her doom?” Ailene asked herself. She carefully debated the consequences of her actions. Voice trembling, she turned to Neala and said…
Shaheen trotted as quickly as he could to Aoife’s cave. His old scarred paws thudded into the old dusty and treacherous trail that went up the mountain while he thought, “Should I tell Lionel? He’s old enough to know and he deserves to know how his parents died. But if I tell him, Aoife will certainly be enraged. What should I do?”
Lionel faithfully trotted after Shaheen, glancing back to the wolf pack often. He hardly noticed Shaheen slowing down or the dark entrance to a cave that loomed before them.
Aoife heard the two familiar pawsteps reach the cave entrance. She quickly sprang to her paws and proudly stepped outside the cave. Tail high and eyes blazing with a strange light, she approached Shaheen and Lionel. She barely glanced at Lionel and turned her full attention on Shaheen instead. “It’s time,” she told him.
Lionel stared at his two mentors, puzzlement showing on his face. He had no idea what Aoife and Shaheen were talking about. Nothing, not even anything from the conversations he had “accidentally overheard,” had any relation to what Aoife had just said. Could it be possible that they’re going to tell me about my parents? But he quickly shook off that thought. No matter how many times he asked, Aoife and Shaheen told him nothing about his parents. The only thing he knew was that they were dead, the information gained by spying on Aoife and Shaheen’s conversations. But Lionel had this feeling that maybe, just maybe, today would be the day Aoife and Shaheen finally told him about his parents. Lionel’s heart slowly started to beat faster and he stared expectantly at the two wolves in front of him.
Chapter 3
Dammar smirked at Fiona trembling below him. “You presumed correctly,” he said, voice carrying over the plains. “What is your name?”
Fiona swallowed nervously, waiting for Dammar to answer. When she heard him say that she was correct, she sighed but did not relax completely. He’s bound to ask me something, probably what I wants. Hearing Dammar ask her name, she gave a little grin, glad he wasn’t asking where she came from for she had no idea what to say. “My name is Fiona,” she whispered.
As Ailene was about to say what their plan was, she heard Dammar’s voice. She froze, ears straining to catch Dammar’s words. With a sigh of relief, she turned to Neala and smiled. “It’s time to go. Fiona will be safe,” she whispered.
Neala said nothing but stared determinedly at Fiona. Turning abruptly, Neala slowly headed into the forest. She did not look back and trotted quickly and quietly back to her own wolf pack.
Ailene followed her sister. On the edge of the forest, she turned to look briefly back at Fiona, Dammar, and Dammar’s wolf pack. She sighed and whispered softly, “Good-bye sister and good luck. I promise I’ll be back for you and be nearby when there is trouble.” Then she too turned and trotted into the forest.
Silence settled into the forest as the two wolf sisters trotted silently towards home. Any wolf that would have seen them would have also seen that they left no signs that they were ever there and no scent. However, the only ones who did see them were the occupants of the forest, the birds, the tress, the insects, and the other animals, but no wolves.
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Aoife was nervous, a weird thing for she was usually indifferent, no matter what the situation. She stared at Lionel, wondering if he knew that what was soon to be said could change his life. Seeing Lionel looking puzzled, she relaxed slightly. “We’re going to tell you about your parents,” she stated simply.
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